But it was above the noon gate. Long Yanluo's mood. Did he just get dazzled? How did he see her in his heart? fell out of the magnificent Xishu Wang. And the man next to her who pretended to be next to her was not......

The wind at the gates was blowing. The corners of Long Yanluo's eyes were slightly dry. Half-indifferent, half-silent, staring under the city gates. A woman who is as quiet as a virgin. His eyes never took off half a minute. This is the person he has in mind. This is a belief that has always been hidden in his heart.

Sitting not far from the prisoners, the middle of the criminal department. Seeing that the nobles under the city gate had arrived. Let go of the order to play back and forth in your hand. He pulled up a wide robe. And he trotted under the city gate.

"Ministers greet the Sixth Highness." The middle man of the criminal department has not yet reached the next head. collided with Yin Mufeng and the others who were coming forward.

"You've come just in time. Prepare an extra chair for the king. Yin Mufeng said. He was followed closely by his bound hands. Lan Mo with a nervous face.

"The little ones are going." The flattering appearance of Zhonglang in the criminal department is annoying. A pair of small squinting eyes. Staring at the blue dust with a silk handkerchief on his hand. This woman has always existed like a mystery in the Xishu Palace. At this time, he appeared behind the Sixth Highness. Maybe he should sell a favor to His Highness Eleven.

I saw that the few people in front of me had already walked away. Zhonglang of the criminal department beckoned backwards. Then he saw a squire trotting over. He whispered. "Hurry up and send a letter to the painting boat. It was said that His Highness and others appeared at the noon gate. ”

Yin Mufeng gently shook the fan with one hand. One hand suddenly put on Lan Mo's shoulder. See where there should have been two chairs. Replaced with a soft cushion for two people to sit on. His eyes narrowed slightly. Sighed deeply. Then he smiled. "Zhonglang of the Criminal Department is too polite. I also moved this thing here. But it troubled a lot of manpower. ”

"It is a small honor to work for His Highness the Sixth. It's nothing but crude material. It is not worth remembering the Sixth Highness. "Zhonglang of the Criminal Department is really the grass on both sides of the wall. No one shall be guilty. Everyone is waiting for them.

This ever-changing palace. No one can be sure of the prince at this moment. Will he become the new emperor in the next moment. Thereupon. Eggs that do not put in one basket. It's still pretty secure. There was always one who could save his life.

"The best old pear wood is a vulgar thing. Ya * Wen * Yan * Love * Shou * Fa Zhong Lang's vision in the Criminal Department is very high. Yin Mufeng said. Fine sweat was already oozing from the forehead of the main master who was waiting beside him.

"This ......" Zhonglang of the Criminal Department was originally a flattering and polite sentence. Let Yin Mufeng, who knows the goods, debunk it. The face is very unbearable. happened to see the tenacious Long Yanluo at a glance. He couldn't help but get into the middle ground between Long Yanluo and Lan Mo. He said. "King Beihuxuan sent someone to deliver a message. Hopefully after the death of this person. I can return to my hometown. Dusty Yujiang ......"

Ash sprinkled with Yujiang...... Lan Mo heard this. His face froze. Her body trembled slightly. See the embarrassment again. Long Yanluo with several whip marks on his body. Her heart was so heavy that it could fall from heaven to earth. One sentence at this time, of course, is to add fuel to the fire. It makes people feel hazy.

This sentence. It turned out to be Long Yanxuan's original words. She resented and resentful at the same time. But it's helpless. What virtue does she have, how can she blame Xuan. Long Yanluo almost forced Xuan to death in Tianshui City that day. If it weren't for the righteousness of the eldest princess of Inurong. If it weren't for the fact that he had always had sincere feelings for Lan Mo. What's wrong with what Xuan did? If you have to find a fault. Then it's falling in love with the wrong person in the wrong place. And his belief that he only loves beauties and doesn't love the country was shattered by Lan Mo. Then he had the moral heart to transport his cousin's body back to the garden. What's wrong with that?

"Mo'er. What happened to you. Yin Mufeng's voice was cold. But he also saw Lan Mo's stunned appearance. I saw Lan Mo put away a sad expression. An expression that instantly cooled to freezing point. It's chilling. She said. "I'm fine. You brought me here just to see people beheaded. So. You're so uninspired. I'm going back. ”

Long Yanluo was tied to the wooden stake at the highest point of the Wumen Tower at this moment. His head was raised proudly. Never low. If you have to say a moment to bow your head. I'm afraid it's the moment when Lan Mo doesn't fall down from the sedan chair. Too familiar figure. Too familiar with the sound and smile. Every inch is indelibly pierced in the heart. This is the woman he loves the most. He couldn't reach out to protect the woman at the moment. I chuckled in my heart. But he also heard Lan Mo Fangcai's words that it didn't matter to him. This is the fate of their different paths. Who can he blame?

Because of the height of the station. So look far.

The vast Nankong River. Quietly like a girl sitting in a boudoir waiting to be married. They are shy. They are enthusiastic. They were timid. They are surging. Just like Long Yanluo's mood at the moment. Expressionless to him. How I want to say something. Last. Don't go.

"What's there to do when you go back to the dungeon. Wouldn't it be better to watch a loved one die? Yin Mufeng said faintly. The deacon who ordered the decapitation waved back and forth in his hand. Lan Mo slowly turned his head. He looked solemnly at King Rong with a calm face. The cold-blooded King of Glory who was safe on the hunting grounds. Sure enough, nothing has changed. Her steps were paused. The sound of raw points is like the last ice blade at the end of winter. Pierced into the hearts of the six highnesses.

"Is King Rong willing to fulfill Lan Mo and go away with his beloved?" The woman smiled like a string of crisp silver bells. There was no hatred in Lan Mo's eyes. The light gauze satin on the back of the hand was slightly blown by the wind. But he can't let others see his tightly bound hands. Just move it without permission. There is a danger of being cut off alive.

A man holding a command. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant. Yin Mufeng looked sideways at Lan Mo with a hint of hesitation. It's like a hunter with blood on his hands looking at his prey to be slaughtered. His voice was cold. "This king commands you. Don't think about that in the future. Swallow the thought of dying together in your stomach. “

The recorder saw that Lan Mo, who had a solemn face, and Yin Mufeng, who was not interested at all, formed a bond. He stepped forward in fear and whispered. "Your Highness. The hour has come. Changed the deacon......"

Yin Mufeng nodded. But he didn't get up immediately. His evil lips pressed close to Lan Mo's ear. Resisting soft words suddenly appeared in the depths of the heart. "His death today. It's equal to your tomorrow. ”

The executioner waited quietly with his sword in his hand, waiting for the order of King Rong to drop the prisoner's life and death card. Long Yanluo's knee was kicked hard by the guard behind him. Immediately fell to his knees. Calm as the deep eyes of the river. An eye that can penetrate all things in the world. There is only one focus at the moment. There was a faint layer of mist looming in front of you. He wanted to see the woman diagonally in front of him. However, at the last moments. But I can't see it clearly.

"Chop." King Rong had already risen. Completely ignoring Lan Mo's stunned eyes. The deacon in his hand formed a gorgeous arc in the air with a demonic red. Complete a 360-degree maneuver. When it is about to fall to the ground. A woman who turned over and got up. Suddenly, he flew and kicked the deacon up with his feet. Lan Mo tapped the command with his toes. "It hasn't touched the ground yet. Executions cannot be carried out immediately. King Rong can allow Lan Mo to say one more thing. ”

The executioner was supposed to start. But I didn't expect the drastic change in the stands diagonally below. I saw that King Rong didn't nod or shake his head. A woman who began to bleed from her wrist. Go on. "Say a few last words to an old man. Will King Rong not give it? ”

"Your Highness. The hour is coming to an end. Don't delay any longer......" The recorder holds a brush in his hand. for fear of angering King Rong. Because of his duties, he was also carefully reminded.

Long Yanluo's head lifted again. His expressionless face suddenly showed a shallow smile. Dressed in plain and simple clothes. The familiar fan tassels hang on both sides of the bun. Her face was a little haggard. The hands seemed to be tied by something. It was running towards him at a very fast speed.

"You're so stupid. Why come. It was the first time that Long Yanluo had spoken to Lan Mo in such a flat tone. I forgot to shout even at the end of the sentence.

"Listen. Time is running out. Use the fan spike to open the shackles. Hold me hostage ......," Lan Mo said at a very fast pace. She only had a few moments to negotiate with King Rong. A moment later. Not to mention that the royal guards behind Yin Mufeng were their enemies. It was Yin Mufeng who dealt with it alone. Lan Mo who was bound with his hands and Long Yanluo who was exhausted of his physical strength. You may not be able to escape from here. Then there's only one way to get out of here. It's hijacking.

"No, I can't. I'm not going to do that. Long Yanluo's voice was clear. When he said this. I'm afraid it wasn't Lan Mo who was shocked. It was he who was shocked. Never use people who don't have value. This is Long Yanluo's code of conduct. But Lan Mo treated him so sincerely. Did he really tear off the deepest line of defense in his heart?

Just when Lan Mo was talking to Long Yanluo. A messenger who rushed up from below. whispered something in the ear of the squire of the criminal department. I saw him walk to King Rong with a gloomy face. "Lord Wang. Oh no. His Royal Highness Little Eleven came to the noon gate with the three thousand guards of Diecui. ”

"Huh. He knew the news quite quickly. The king thought that he was only concerned with fighting the brothers of the East. King Rong smiled contemptuously. No matter how much trouble he makes, he is just the ignorant younger brother of this king. No problem. ”

"But my lord. His Royal Highness Little Eleven is here to take that person away. I saw the dim old eyes of the servant of the Criminal Department looking at the slender figure beside Long Yanluo. Although Lan Mo is pregnant. I can't feel it at all from the back.

King Rong's fingertips tapped the soft old pear wood texture. It's been a long time talking......

"Mo'er. Don't ......," Long Yanluo's clear voice was mixed with the faint medicinal fragrance on his body, which was especially distinct in the air. It's like a murmur from a previous life.

"Your Highness Six. Please let him go. "A lonely woman like a wild goose. Stubbornly raised his hand. A sharp piece of porcelain is hidden in the palm of the hand. The porcelain pieces are next to the blood vessels of the neck. Just a touch. can be cut. Is this exchanging his life for the last life of the man in front of him?